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Chapter 1309 - 1311 Fascinated_1

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1311 Fascinated_1

The Holy Hall has grown powerful over the years, and has become even more unbridled. Now, the great elder dares to "advise" the monarch to his face, this is truly audacious.

The monarch was filled with righteous indignation, and Princess Yingtong’s eyes narrowed as she suddenly lashed out with her whip towards Diao Mo, saying in a stern voice, "Since you serve in the presence of the Holy Maiden, you should know your place all the more. Today, I will teach you a lesson on her behalf, so you won’t embarrass her in public."

"You..." The great elder was momentarily taken aback and tried to interfere, but the whip had already struck Mrs. Diao Mo, eliciting a pained scream from her.

Jin Jing suddenly stepped forward and grabbed the whip, "Who do you think you are? Get lost if you don’t want to die!"

The monarch’s face turned colder. The people from the Holy Hall were becoming more and more arrogant. He was still here, and they dared to insult his daughter?

When Princess Yingtong tried to pull back her whip, she found the other person’s strength shockingly great. She sank her energy into her Elixir Field but still couldn’t retrieve her whip.

"It is by virtue of my position as the legitimate princess of the Western Regions and the disciple of the former Holy Maiden, Hao Feng," Yingtong said, her mouth forming strange shapes as she uttered some unknown curse. Suddenly, tiny sparks appeared on her whip and shot towards where Jin Jing was holding it.

Jin Jing initially didn’t take the small sparks seriously until they caused her pain, prompting a shocked cry as she violently let go of the whip and began to desperately shake her hand.

A proud expression appeared on Princess Yingtong’s face; she couldn’t lose face for her Teacher. However, she also found it strange, not expecting the fire to pose much of a threat to Jin Jing, yet Jin Jing reacted so violently. Her Teacher had said that this fire was the best at driving away filth, so probably the woman was simply too dirty.

With this thought, Princess Yingtong’s gaze towards Jin Jing grew even more disdainful.

"Your Highness, please put away the whip. This is the Holy Hall; let us not disturb the deities," the great elder said, suppressing his anger and speaking calmly.

Bai Ruozhu felt like rolling her eyes. Deities, deities, always about the deities, she thought. But did they really have faith in their hearts? Were their deities there to let them deceive the people, to scheme for their own selfish interests?

The monarch gave Princess Yingtong a look, and seeing the opportunity to withdraw, she put away her whip.

Finally managing to extinguish the small flame on her finger, Jin Jing’s eyes turned a bloody red as she glared at Princess Yingtong, ready to fight to the death.

The great elder frowned slightly and said, "Mrs. Diao Mo, take Jin Jing down to accompany the Holy Maiden."

"Yes." Mrs. Diao Mo was reluctant, but the pain from the whip on her body was severe, and she had to go down to apply some medicine first.

Suddenly, a melodious music-filled the air, as enchanting as the music of immortals, making even Bai Ruozhu prick up her ears to listen, curious about the instrument making such a sound.

The Holy Guards in the Main Hall each showed a look of reverence, and some prostrated themselves on the ground.

"The Holy Maiden has arrived," someone muttered quietly.

Finally, a woman dressed in red attire made a grand entrance, with musicians playing on either side and maids scattering fresh flower petals before her. The Holy Maiden Honglian stepped gracefully, treading on the petals, and approached the gathering step by step.

This was indeed a grand spectacle, yet it seemed that every appearance of the Holy Maiden was met with such ceremony by those present.

Bai Ruozhu couldn’t help feeling that the deliberate nature of it all was too much and had descended into vulgarity. Even the celestial music which she had found pleasing just moments ago now seemed tainted with mercenariness, becoming an empty, indulgent sound.

The Holy Guards within the hall knelt down one after another. Even the Divine Guardian leader Yuefeng, who had led them inside and waited at the door, knelt down, revealing a devout expression.

The great elder did not need to kneel but also bowed in greeting to Saint Honglian, his attitude extremely respectful. Diao Mo, holding Jin Jing’s hand, also knelt down. Strangely, Jin Jing, who had been extremely restless, suddenly calmed down, and Bai Ruozhu noticed Jin Jing’s blood-red eyes had returned to normal.

Jin Jing’s life had been saved by Saint Honglian! This conclusion jumped into Bai Ruozhu’s mind in an instant. Although not entirely certain, her intuition told her this was undoubtedly correct.

Honglian nodded slightly to everyone, graceful and sanctified in her demeanor, and spoke with lightly parted lips, "Everyone may rise, no need for such formalities."

After speaking, she stepped forward, nodding slightly to the sovereign, "Honglian greets the sovereign. Is Your Highness feeling well since entering?"

Her voice was very gentle, but it was not the softness laden with seduction, nor was it haughtiness from aloofness; instead, it was very serene, giving people a feeling like a breath of spring air.

Moreover, it could not be denied that Saint Honglian was an outstanding beauty, hard to come by. In the eyes of Bai Ruozhu, who had seen countless beauties from both modern and ancient times, Honglian could indeed be considered a top-tier beauty.

Of course, the beauty of Honglian was not just skin-deep; it included her aura, that sanctity without being aloof, that warmth without being ordinary, made her unforgettable at a glance, and even Bai Ruozhu couldn’t help but want to take a few more looks.

"My health is not bad. Seeing the Saint’s disposition, it seems your spells have improved further," said the monarch, who although did not like the great elder, was much more courteous towards Saint Honglian.

Honglian smiled faintly, her smile faint but for a moment dazzling enough to outshine all flowers, causing even Bai Ruozhu to stare in a daze. Suddenly, Yichun’s voice reached her ears, transmitted secretly, "Be careful, it has a soul-bewitching effect."

Bai Ruozhu’s heart grew cold. No wonder she had been so entranced. It turned out to be the use of the Soul-Bewitching Technique. The elegance and sanctity that Honglian held in her mind collapsed in an instant. If one was genuinely of pure heart nature, why would there be a need to use the Soul-Bewitching Technique just to make people smile?

Perhaps it was the Holy Hall that needed the Saint to deceive people, and she had gotten used to this from a young age, subconsciously using it solely to gain more adoration and worship. However, Bai Ruozhu found it utterly detestable. After all, who would willingly want their mind bewitched?

Thinking of the intentions of the Holy Hall and the display of the Saint’s appearance, she should not have been deceived by the Saint’s exterior!

She looked towards Yichun, and the annoyance rising in her heart suddenly dispersed. If her man had not been deceived, what was there for her to be annoyed about? Shouldn’t she feel very proud and triumphant?

"The sovereign flatters me. My spells are still far from the previous Saint’s. I can only practice diligently so as not to disappoint my Teacher’s expectations," Honglian replied in a soft and gentle voice, then turned to the great elder and asked, "I have heard that a divine judgment will be carried out. Would it be fit for me to preside over it?"

The great elder replied with a smile, "It would be best for the Saint herself to take the lead, to avoid any suspicion of partiality on my part."

Honglian feigned surprise, "Divine judgment is the will of the gods; how can anyone dare to manipulate it? Aren’t they afraid of divine punishment descending?"

"That’s why these foreigners who doubt divine will are insulting the gods. They must not be indulged," said Lady Diao Mo, who was about to walk away but stopped and spoke next to the Saint.

Honglian did not pass judgment but smiled at Bai Ruozhu and Yichun, asking, "Would you be willing to let divine will judge whether you are guilty?"